I don’t own a lot of shoes but I think a lot about the ones I have. It takes me even longer to buy a pair that to get a new frying pan.

Recently I’ve had trouble getting walking boots to suit. All the ones in my price range seem to have gone to whole sizes only. The Brashers I bought repeatedly have gone, bought over and changed shape.

Here is what my brashers looked like a few years ago when I noted:

Love walking but dislike polishing, tomorrow!

I now wish I had polished those ones a bit more.

I’d guess one of the biggest changes in my lifetime is the increasing amount and complexity of infrastructure.
Everything we depend in turn depends on many other things and connection, and so on, leaving us even more powerless or ignorant.
When I was young the journey of milk from farm to jug was fairly simple: farm, local dairy, milk van to doorstep. The cream floated on the top. I think of this as a metaphor for almost everything.

I’ve eaten a fair bit of toast in my life. Until I was 21 and stopped eating meat I think I had toast and bacon for breakfast most days. After that I moved on to toast and marmalade, preferably Frank Cooper’s oxford.
My tooth has got a little less sweet and in the last 10 years I’ve moved on to muesli and yoghurt most mornings. I still like toast. At school the pupils can get toast at morning break time and I usually grab a slice. I often have some with peanut butter when I get home from work. Weekend mornings I’ll have toast and egg or french toast from breakfast.

Until I had a cholesterol test I had a strong preference for butter, now I seem habituated to margarine.

I like a few other things toasted too, scones for one.

Thinking of toast I remembered a lyric, ‘a little piece of toast’ which lead to a song from when I was 20 Streetband – Toast

On the way I found another toast song I heard last year Koffee – Toast

Toast, tasty and inspirational.